You ever met the idea of beautiful & tragic;
when she calls you handsome but your pride to her seems so average.

You dated her black, but she seemed more like a blonde; she still believes there’s magic in love—she called your long ward a wand.
And that’s why she fell in love.

                                                               ­                 It’s tragic!

You ever met the idea of beautiful & tragic; she said she made a pass on all the other guys, but calls your attitude out, for being so passive.

Some words feel so raw, before it harms. She wants it served raw, and for you to pound her guts, like pounding alarms.
She says your character is ugly, but she still loves your charms.

                                                        ­                         It’s tragic!

You ever met the idea of beautiful & tragic; you try to dress all of your words to sound so lovely, but it all seems so old fashioned.

You ask yourself, “what’s wrong with love,” even when it’s not found. She doesn’t spin enough times in your head, so you give her another round. You’re both now filled with pride, but only one of you
is feeling so proud.

                                   She was Beautiful, & you were Tragic.